Though she weeps on some dirty sheets in some moldy sh**hole… outside Abilene…
Route 20's stench swells in my soul… I feel so old… my whole damn stay…
We've been driving through this piss/sting rain
She's been starving… those bars they carved in… now with a king of boars…
I'll watch and cower now… like I was drawn up big… such a plastic who*e…
Though she bleeds… know that I've bled through years…
These crooked mountains have served up some dirty fears… do you still think of me?